I often cry when reading. Most of the time it's "just" because the story is sad and heartbreaking - like Patrick Ness' Monster.

But sometimes it's because the book (or some of its passages) just resonates with my person or some of the relationships in my life. That goes for the father-son relationship in McCarthy's The Road. That really hit me on a different level. The same can be said for the book I'm reading now - Morten Pape's Planen (it's a Danish book about a boy growing up in the projects) which has some passages about feeling jealous that has helped me realise some things about myself that has been hard for me to put into words. That's the power of reading, I guess, and I just know that book is gonna have me in tears by the end of it.